"What's this mean?" I asked Brumby one night, pointing to one of the signs on the map.
"What's what mean?" he questioned, looking at the map in vain. I could see it in his eyes--he couldn't see it.
"This blue symbol," I pointed out. "See? It's hovering right over this country." I put my finger right on the mark, hoping that he would see it.
"I'm afraid I don't see anything," Brumby whispered. He glanced up at me. "But is it possible...? No, surely it couldn't be... only the pr--" He cut himself off. Warily, he glanced back over at me. "Arawyn..."
"I don't understand," I whispered. "I know it's there." I looked back over at it. A faint glow. It hadn't faded off.
"Maybe Damien can see it," smiled Brumby hopefully. Turning towards the forest, he yelled, "Damien, get back here! I need to see if you can see something! Damien, where are you?! Damien, I'm talking to you! Yes, YOU! Damien!!!!!!"
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